. !!The months since Thief and Lady had arrived had alternately sped and crawled by. The crawl part was waiting for Lady to foal, the rest was speedin... past. Deke had settled into our family and ran the stables without any noticeable effort, stuff just got done, the paddocks received the minor attention they needed, the fields and fences got checked, in short he did everything without my ever actually needing to tell him a thing.My routine adjusted to allow me to split my time between workshop. Split trousers of some light gauzy material clad each leg with a film of pink pastel, while allowing a clear view of the mound and, when she turned, of the arse cleft. She lifted her hands above her head like a ballerina and slowly pirouetted to show off her body to its best advantage. When she faced the Emir again she opened her legs until her feet were about eighteen inches apart and bent backwards until she was in a full gymnast's bridge, offering a gaping cunt in the direction of her new. That was good; I would need this time alone with Corky.He was sitting on the bed, scrunched into one corner. He ducked his head to avoid looking at me as I sat beside him."Corky?" I tugged gently at his chin. "Come on, you can talk to me." Don't wanna," he said, turning away."Corky, we have to talk. What you did with Amanda... it isn't right." But she said it was OK. I asked her if she wanted to touch it, and she said yes. And then she was gonna let me touch her."I sucked in my breath. It was. He was over six feet tall, Veronica liked to think of him as being the ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ man that she kept reading about in all those Romance Novels. It wasn’t that she was bad looking. She just wasn’t your average modelesque type. Her layered, color-changing hair was just below her shoulders, she wore black rimmed, plastic framed glasses, and she was far from being a ‘girly-girl.’ She didn’t wear high heels, why bring herself to the point of complaint? Yes, Veronica was a Chuck Taylor.